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The moon danced last night
Leaping across the sky
It sang of silver shadows
Falling far and wide
The moon rang with music
Notes of heavenly tunes
Rising and falling
moon bows shining bright
The moon smiled last night
As it travelled overhead
Bathing the world with glimmers
And frosty gauzy white
The moon breathed last night
Cool breezes soft and sweet
Gentle dreaming sighing
Sleep in silent flight.
Zing, is it a thing?
Bling of shades,
Ping of pink,
Springing out,
Bright sight.
Giving joy,
No not coy,
But a fight,
Of colours
In flight.
Oh is there light here?
Is there white, bright, shining light?
So sharp and fine. Like a sharks tooth,
Pearly white, strong and mighty.
Toothy, polished, grinning white?
Shining from above, gleaming, dazzling.
Shattering, cool like marble, alabaster, chalk?
Oh so very bright, beacon, fire,
Glowing, not glimmering. Showing me the way.
